Lost Creek Hollow i'm the face of god, i'm my father's son

Wrapping this up, since it is outdated by now.

After the brief sniff and with a good enough first sketch tucked safely in her mental notebook, Nunataq flashed the boy a sly toothy grin and with a see, ya, around wink retreated from him and took off in the forest. Suddenly she had a much better idea on, what to do with her time, than spend it on the borders, being bored by a conversation between to wolves, who knew each other well.